Voices fill her mind, so she writes.
She feels as if her head will explode, so she writes.
The words just won’t form in her mouth, so she writes.
Moving the pencil is as natural as breathing, so she writes.
Her notebooks have too many blank pages, so she writes.
The story hasn’t been told yet, so she writes.
Her friends are waiting, breath bated, so she writes.
She can’t find a talent she likes more or criticism she accepts better, so she writes.
She writes and she erases and she crosses out and she edits and she writes and she prays she isn’t wasting her life.
She wants to glorify God with everything she is and everything she loves, and she is a writer. So she writes.